Baby, I love your way.(Wesley Stromberg)

A new sense of comfort.

ANDREA'S POV

"Save it, you obviously siding with him. I can't believe this! After being your friend for almost 4 years and helping you through rehab when no one else would, or have you forgotten?Clearly you don't care about me anymore, considering the fact that I have been asking you to go out with me for a night, just the two of us like we used to and you always have an excuse eachtime... but you are willing to sit in the car with Wesley for a half an hour."

At this point I could feel tears running down my cheecks " Let me explain James." I said wiping my eyes, smudging my make up.

No! I don't want to hear it, I'm going. You can stay here with your new friends because it looks like I'm not good enough anymore.Let's hope they will be there for you when you hit rock bottom , because I won't....not anymore."James said as he picked up the rest of his things and slammed the door on his way out.

Replaying that scene in my mind over and over again was torture and I feel like my heart is broken into a million pieces and there's no glue to repair it. James has never spoken like that to me in all 4 years that we have been friends and now all I have left is to relive the same scene over and over again in my head. Not only am I bothered by what James said but the fact that everything he said was true. I have been making excuses to not go out , with him, not because I don't want to, but because I'm always doing something some how productive and I know that, that's not an excuse, I guess I should of just made time for him.

I was so caught up being Wesley's friend that I lost my bestfriend in the process. What Wesley did to Candice was so wrong and I know how hurt she was but I can't judge someone for the things he did in the past ,what he does now is what I will judge him by and that's what I wanted to say to James but he wouldn't listen, I just don't want him to not be my friend anymore, because that will crush me and I don't think I can cope with that in my life.

"Andrea?" A soft wisper came from the door. I hesitated to answer,I just didn't want to speak to anyone at the moment.

"Its me, Keaton. Listen I know you're sad but open the door so we can talk about what just happened...please." Keaton begged faintly, but eventually having a stern voice.

I remained laying on my bed with my head buried in my pillows in silence. I couldn't convince myself to speak to him or anyone. I just wanted to be left alone.

"Please,Andrea. ......Let me comfort you." Keaton said, fiddling with the handle.

His last words made me raise my head from my pillows, but I didn't move. It took me a while until I was dragging myself towards the door, but it was too late. I could hear Keaton's footsteps moving down the stairs and was moving futher away until silence surrounded me once more.

I grabbed my phone that was lying on my dresser and dialed James's number. It rang and rang and of course it lead to a voice mail. I dialed it once more , holding on to the last strand of hope I had left, but to my disapointment, it was voicemail once again. I found myself just leaning against my door with my head in my hands, knowing all hope was gone.

"Andrea?" A familiar voice disturbed my thoughts.

"Drew?" I said, Wandering if my guess was correct.

"Yeah its me. Open up" Drew said pushing down the door handle.

"I don't want to talk to anybody right now,okay" I said in a husky voice, which by that I could tell he knew I was crying.

"I'm not just anybody, I'm Gandhi's messanger"

I couldn't help but smile at his comment and found myself gaining the strength to get up from the ground and open the door for Drew.